Over the Fence (28 page)

“You fell asleep. I was moving your book.”

“Didn’t feel like my book you were moving.”

“I can’t resist your hair. It also needed to be moved.”

The air around us grew thick with heat as Kourtney looked at me, a nervous longing filling her eyes. We stared at each other, the back of my neck prickling in intensity. “Your eyes are talking to me again, Chefgirl.” My voice was husky with desire.

“What are they saying?” she breathed.

“That you want me to kiss you. Right now.” I licked my bottom lip. “Hard.”

“I hope you’re listening.”

I lunged forward, my hand curled around her head as my mouth found hers, and I did exactly that. The low whimper that escaped her throat only spurred me on. I gathered her to me as I ravished her sweet mouth. She wound her arms around me, pulling me close, and I groaned at the feeling of her soft body. Tonight, there was no hesitancy in her returning my passion. I reveled in the feelings she was sharing with me. Her hands were buried in my hair, tugging me closer. I began caressing her, stroking her passion, unsure how far she would let me take this, praying she wouldn’t stop anytime soon. I ghosted my hands over her arms, down her torso and slipped under her T-shirt, finding her warm, supple skin that felt like satin under my fingers. Kourtney’s hand flew down, covering mine and I felt her tense. I tore my lips away from her, dragging them up to her ear. “Don’t, baby. Come back,” I pleaded, nibbling on her lobe. “I want you so much.”

Her shaking hand reached up and shut off her light, plunging the room into darkness. I sighed, prepared to pull back, surprised when Kourtney sat up. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, and lay back down, taking me with her.

A low moan tore from my throat at the feeling of her naked warmth sliding along mine. My mouth found hers again, my tongue pressing, stroking, seeking hers in the sweetest of dances. We kissed until I was dizzy with desire. I ran my lips down her throat, laving, nipping, tasting her skin with my tongue, her quiet moans spurring me on. Her gasp was low when I found and cupped her heavy breasts in my hands, her nipples hardening as I stroked them gently with my thumbs, before feeling her tense up. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered every sweet, loving thing I could think of to say. How lovely she was. How soft her skin felt under my fingers. How much I adored her, wanted her, and needed her. I felt her relax, and once again I reclaimed her mouth, kissing her deeply. Inch by inch, I allowed my touch to drift lower, caressing her, aching to feel all of her. I could feel her trembling and I cupped her cheek, panting. “Tell me to stop, Kourtney. I will.”

“I don’t want you to,” she whispered. “I . . . I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Never. You will never disappoint me,” I assured her. “Let me love you, Kourtney. Let me make you mine.”

“I want to be yours. All yours.”

I cupped her face, bringing her mouth back to mine. “Let go for me, Kourtney. Let go,” I encouraged. “Let me take care of you.”

A shuddering sigh left her lips and her body quivered under my touch. I kept my caresses indulgent and light, until I felt her respond and her body begin to move under mine. I exhaled against her skin as I felt her desire winning over her nerves. “That’s my girl,” I praised her. “Feel . . . just feel right now.” I lowered my head, capturing a nipple in my mouth. Kourtney cried out, arching up into me in pleasure. I moved to her other breast, loving how the full mounds felt under my tongue, their weight rich and heavy in my palms. I covered her mouth with mine; my hands slipped under her, settling on her rounded hips, pulling her up, wanting her to feel my desire. Her hands wrapped around my aching cock, and I groaned deep into her mouth, then slipped one hand between her thighs, finding her wet warmth. I swept my fingers over her, and began stroking, paying attention to her gasps and whimpers until she began undulating against my hand.

I worked off her underwear, needing to feel all of her. My own had disappeared at some point; I had no idea where they were, and I didn’t care. Finally, we were molded together, skin to skin, hard meeting soft; our hands never ceasing their touches, our mouths seeking and finding purchase on sweat dampened skin, sweet lips and tender lobes. I trailed my fingers and lips over her, finding her dips and curves, loving each of them in turn, as her touches grew bolder and needier. Under my fingers, I could feel the beginnings of Kourtney’s orgasm growing and I quickened my touch to push her over the edge. I wanted this moment. I wanted to feel her fall apart under my touch. To know it was my hand that brought her such pleasure.

“Let go, Kourtney.” I groaned into her ear as she gripped my cock tighter. “Let me give you this, baby,” I panted hard. “Come for me.”

“Oh,
God
. . . Nathan . . . I’ve never . . . it’s never felt . . . o
h God
. . .”

“
Kourtney . . .
baby . . .
let go
.”

“Please, Nathan,” she begged. “I want you inside me, please. I want to feel you.”

“Baby,” I protested. This was for her.

“Please . . . please,” she pleaded. “I need you.”

I couldn’t refuse her. I didn’t want to refuse her. I wanted her too much. Slowly, I eased into her wetness, dropping my head onto her shoulder as I stilled, overwhelmed at the warmth and sensation surrounding me. I began to move, my hand finding and stroking her again, knowing neither of us was going to last much longer. I was lost in the pleasure of her tight, wet heat. She felt so good wrapped around me, but I refused to come before she did. I wanted this for her. I moved in and out of her with long, slow thrusts, drawing out her desire, drowning in my own. The deep need was overpowering and I struggled to hold back, needing to give her this pleasure. To show her how much she meant to me.

Her head fell back, her back arching as she shattered; her voice pleading as she cried my name loudly. She gripped me tight as if she never wanted to let go, her fingers digging into my skin, our eyes locked on each other. The moonlight bathed her face in a dim glow, the ecstasy of the moment making her even more beautiful. I stared at her in awe, thrilled to know I had given her this pleasure. I wanted to see her look this way every night. I wanted to be the one who made her this beautiful every time—to show her how much she was adored. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure from my touch and to know how worthy she was of such feelings.

My own orgasm tore through me, hard and fast. I roared her name into the dark, spilling deep into her as I shuddered; my body stilling, finally sated.

Unable to release her, I rolled over, tucking her up under my chin, holding her close. Small shudders racked her body and she sighed, one deep, lingering breath, before melting into me. The room was quiet except for the sounds of our breathing. We were both content, wrapped up in each other, as I nuzzled my lips into her thick hair and ghosted my hands up and down her back. I could feel her tracing my tattoo lazily and I sighed at the gentleness of her touch. I smiled as I thought about what had happened, the intense intimacy of being joined with her, unparalleled to anything I had ever experienced. Her sweet passion and warmth were even more ardent than I had hoped. The feeling of her warmth encasing me had been . . .

I sat up, startled, looking down at Kourtney in the dark. She shrank back at my sudden movement, gathering up the blanket up around her torso in defense. “What?” she whispered fearfully.

“Oh God . . . Kourtney . . . I hadn’t planned . . . I didn’t think . . . I was so caught up in you . . . in
us
. . .” I gripped my hair, angry at my own carelessness. “I didn’t use any protection.”

“I’m on birth control, Nathan. I have been since University,” she assured me. “And it’s been six years and I was tested, so I think you’re safe.”

I sighed in relief and lay down, pulling her back into my arms. “It’s been a while for me, and I was covered.” I brushed a kiss across her brow. “I wasn’t only worried about me. We’re both safe.”

“I thought, ah, you had someone?”

“I haven’t had a real relationship for a very long time. If you’re referring to Sylvia, neither of us was looking for that sort of relationship. The last time I was with her was months ago.” I exhaled deeply. “And you can’t compare straight out sex to what happened between us.”

“I don’t understand.”

I tilted her chin up so she could see how serious I was. “Sometimes sex is only a release, and for me, it has been. What we just did—what we
both
experienced, was way beyond that. We made love, Kourtney. I made you mine, and I belong to you. We connected on a level I didn’t even know existed before now.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the first woman I’ve felt like this about. The first person I’ve wanted more with.” I kissed her, keeping my lips gentle. “Tell me you know that, baby. There’s something strong between us. Tell me you feel it.”

“I do.”

“Does it still scare you?”

“A little. But . . . I like it.”

“Good.” I kissed her neck, smiling at her shiver. “Because like the attack on the sofa earlier? I plan on this happening—a lot.”

She sounded hesitant. “So, it was okay for you?”

“Kourtney
, it was more than okay. It was fucking amazing.
You
were amazing.” I kissed her again. “You were everything I could have wanted . . . and more.” I nuzzled her hair. “All the negative thoughts you had before? Forget them. You felt perfect wrapped around me. Perfect.”

I felt her blush in the dark, her face and chest growing warm against my skin. “And we’re only gonna get better, Chefgirl. You know, practice makes perfect. And I’m all for perfect.”

“Oh. My.”

I nipped her earlobe. “Brace yourself, baby. I’m only getting warmed up. Tonight was incredible, but I promise to show you more of my . . .
turbo
. I won’t rev so fast next time.”

Her shoulders shook as she giggled, snuggling close. “I look forward to it.”

I grinned into her skin.

“Good.”

I woke up early, blinking as I realized where I was and who was nestled on my chest. I looked down at Kourtney, smiling. I lifted a finger, drawing her wild hair away from her face. As I tucked the wayward curl behind her shoulder, I frowned at the T-shirt she was now wearing. When the hell had she gotten up and put it on? I had woken in the deep of the night spooned with her, desire filling me at the feel of her soft figure pressed into mine. Slowly, I had woken her with kisses and caresses, waiting until she was writhing and pleading before hitching her leg over mine and entering her from behind. I had kept my thrusts slow and deep, wanting to draw out her pleasure, loving her small whimpers and how she moaned my name as she came. My own orgasm had followed, hot and intense as I sighed out her name. When I fell asleep we had both been naked, molded together, and I had liked it. I much preferred her silky skin to the feel of the T-shirt. I hadn’t felt her move after we had fallen asleep the second time.

With a start, I realized I had also slept through the night without having a nightmare. I knew, without a doubt, it was Kourtney’s closeness that had brought me such peace. I kissed her forehead in silent gratitude for her unknown gift. Her eyes fluttered open, their sleep-filled gaze clearing as she blinked up at me, a sweet, shy smile appearing on her face.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi, yourself.” I smirked. “All wrapped around me again, aren’t you? You can’t stay away.”

She looked down, blushing, and began to pull away, but I held her tight. “Oh, no. You aren’t going anywhere yet. You feel far too good to be moving.”

She pushed half-heartedly on my chest. “You’re just as wrapped around me.”

I nodded. “True.” I tugged on the sleeve of her T-shirt. “Would you like to explain how this magically reappeared back on you? Last time I checked it was on the floor somewhere. It looked better there; if you ask me,” I reached down for the hem, pulling on it. “What are you—some sort of strange T-shirt ninja? You slip around at night putting T-shirts
back
on people? I suppose I’m lucky mine isn’t in place!”

Her sweet giggles filled the air as she swatted my hands, trying to get away from me. “I couldn’t find it!” She gasped between giggles. “Or I would have!” I continued my assault on her velvety skin. “Stop it!” she begged, rolling away and off the bed where she stood, clutching both the T-shirt and blanket to her chest. Her eyes widened as she took in the fact I was completely naked . . . and very happy to see her.

Grinning, I stretched out, not failing to see the desire in her eyes as she stared at me, her bottom lip now caught in her teeth. “Ah. Seducing me again, Chefgirl? I approve of how . . .
persistent
you are.” I winked, reclining on one elbow. “See something you like, Kourtney?” I asked huskily, meeting her wide eyes, and waggling my eyebrows.

Her mouth opened, and her head shook wildly. “I . . .” She looked at me, rumpled, beautiful, and completely panicked. “I’m going for a run!” she blurted. She sprinted to the bathroom door, slamming it behind her. I was left rolling on the bed in laughter at her reaction, despite the fact I had a raging hard-on and the one thing I knew would appease it, had turned tail and run.